so fuck not being able to write anything halfway good and not being able to sleep because it is too warm in the nights and then waking up early because the mornings are too cold. i really do hate being so cliche and confused and pathetic. score.i`m pathetic. i'm going to get the stuff i need for my art homework tommorrow but i bet that'll turn out like shit too. draw five things you like,or that interest you....all i can think of so far are my shoes. see? what does that tell you about me? because it really says it all. i never wanted to be a person who could only think of one thing that interested them, or that they liked, and i never wanted that thing to be something so bloody materialistic as a pair of shoes. the sad thing is, the really sad thing, it's that i dont even really dislike myself but it always seems like i do. it always seems like i'm 'oh god how can i stand being me, i'd rather be anything else' but it's not, i don't want to be anything else because i dont think it'd be any better, really.
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